Did Y’all Feel Dat? lyrics

[Intro: DJ Quik]
New game..

[Verse 1: DJ Quik]
Ay, my musical style is far from intermediate
And my lyrics they flow as if I was collegiate (smart)
Take my style you need it
Cus the sh*t I'm hearing on the radio is so repeated
So repetitive, not to be confused with competitive
Get a bar of this you need a sedative
It'll keep you up all night
Analyze it; dissect it, pretty tough all right
Cus I got some magic goin down
I summon up my powers and get tragic on the sound
Leavin maggots on the ground (wow)
And I'm trying to do it twice and get some rich ass figures
Cus I'm tired of being nice to you b*tch ass n*ggas
And the truth is, I ignore disses
You probably want my missus or you probably want my kisses, little faggot
Never one for metaphors
But now I take competitors, bleeding through that set of doors
Cus I'm pretty jagged
Flyer than TWA
We came to the game strong we ready to play
So watch how you speakin
Cus my n*ggas'll break bats over your head until you leakin
n*gga take that
[Hook]
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah

[Verse 2: Skaboobie]
What's with this paper stuff? Buy ya sh*t, look how you be actin
Well I ain't buyin sh*t but this one got you laughin
Tough actin like Tinactin is how my game got you reactin
Keep bopping with them songs, look how you got me actin
Skaboo come through, Skaboo always come through
sh*t pay a villain to a mind if a n*gga asked you to
I'm feelin you supposed to
Look at all the things that I go through
Ring the bell, gets the dial tone before I'm even spoken to
What the bloodclot, red Glock, quick to blow ya spot
Why you sweatin when it was dead cold? I keeps it hot, hot!
Figure you could ride me and still play me like polo, that's a no no
Now I'm platinum crackin and that's fo sho' though
Baby girl you know your sexuality
That got you watchin me jockin me f*ckin wit Quik, and now she hot for me
pus*y, torsi, pus*y no working
Skaboo Ha! Got your body j*rkin
[Hook]
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah

[Verse 3: Mausberg]
Now I'm as real as real gets
And I put that on a police spill f*ckin with Quik I'ma be rich
And I ain't got no doubt in my mind, change the game in a real way
Residential to presidential hey
Y'all n*ggas don't wanna see me ballin
Being black, in the big black Navi raw doggin
Puffin on nothin but the bombest
On my way up to the studio to get my definition of "Ebonics"
Doin my thang gettin paid at the same time
5 G's for a 40 second rap line
God bless the voice of a young soldier
You don't wanna party with the realest pass my chips over
Gave the show ate the sandwiches and left
Packed the Avian water, left a big ass mess
Now we on the highway, doin it my way
Back up to the Marriott for my after party
Did y'all feel dat?
[Hook]
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we move the crowd, yeah
Did y'all feel dat? *talk box*
We turning you out and we shake the crowd, yeah